Humble gratitude

The other week i was very lucky to see my only two regular readers of this blog. Different experiences both, but both affectionate and sweet. This notwithstanding one involved a scary machine and another involved punishing orgasms but as i said - both romantic in their way.

Without going into gory details - my thanks to both of you. You're both fabulous and I'm very lucky to have you both in my life.

I reach out to my arm, and feel the bruise left there and am curiously comforted.


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